Completing a "Symptom Screening Form" caused me to reflect over some childhood scars that I thought were healed but wasn't. Cancer forced me to face my childhood hurts from the past, seek God's wisdom to solve problems, and decide to live a quality of life. The best thing I've ever done was to go back to a past hurt memory to speak the Lord's wisdom over the infant, little girl, teen, and the young woman who were once me. Generational curses have a way of feeding cancer, just like environmental agents polluting our atmosphere. The paradox of a cancer diagnosis is a gift of perspective. By having more time on earth than others after diagnosis is no competition. Let me say that in another way, there is no cancer competition. Cancer competes with nothing. Not race. Not color. Not creed. I compete with no one. I have no desire to play the game of being better than anyone. I am merely trying to be better than the person I was yesterday. Time to address some issues is a gift from God that has blessed me to bless others. I would have never thought that filling out a form about your problems is distributed in a cancer clinic. Who doesn't have issues? Who cares if you do?
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